Shrike flashed a crooked grin, very tempted to rise to the challenge and see if he could shock her. He had tales in his past that would turn a ghost white, but if he was talking things he wanted to do to her specifically then he was probably as likely to shock her as vice versa. So that particular approach wouldn't be any fun.

Linking his wiry arms around her petite form, he replied to the dull dream in question. "Och, you don' want the knight. Y'want the villain, don't ye. The pirate who drives a cutlass through the knight's back."